"Oh, she's all right. Take it on the word of a fire-man, she's an ace."
"Mr. Emerson told me about her. He seems quite fond of her."
"I've always said they'd make a swell-looking pair."
"One can hardly blame her for trying to catch him."
"Oh, you can make book that she didn't start no love-making. She ain't the kind to curl up in a man's ear and whisper. She don't have to. All she needs to do is look natural; the men will fall like ripe persimmons."
"They have been together a great deal, I suppose."
"Every hour of the day, and the days are long," said Fraser, cheerfully. "But he ain't crippled; he could have walked away if he'd wanted to. It's a good thing he didn't, though, because she's done more to win this bet for us than we've done ourselves."
"She's unusually pretty," the girl remarked, coldly.
"Yes, and she's just as bright as she is good-looking—but I don't care for blondes." Fraser gazed admiringly at the brown hair before him, and rolled his eyes eloquently. "I'm strong for brunettes, I am. It's the Creole blood in me."
She gathered up her wild flowers and rose, saying: